Hey everybody! Short story time! It's a story about love, loss, and regret. And it will make you want to slit your wrists so you can drown in your own blood.

It's also a light-hearted comedy! Whee!

I could tell you that I love you. The term is tossed around so easily these days that it seems to have lost it’s meaning. Any emotion that can be conveyed through a Hallmark card should no longer be considered a real feeling from now on. That’s just my cynical side speaking though.

I could tell you that you make me happy. That wouldn’t be a lie either. You’re the one person in my life that makes me feel like I’m worth a damn anymore. Whenever I feel like I’m wasting every breath I take, you make me feel special. Nobody else in the world has ever done that for me.

I could tell you that I never want to leave you. I could also tell you that I never wanted you to leave me. Again, it wouldn’t be a lie. Without you, I feel like I’m nothing.

I could tell you that you have some food on your chin, or that your zipper is open. The only problem is that these aren’t the proper feelings I’m trying to convey to you at the moment.

I could tell you that I’m sorry. That I never wanted to hurt you.

I could tell you that I do trust you. Trust is a hard thing for me to do these days. I’ve been betrayed by so many people, so many times, that I find it harder and harder for me to find the capacity to trust anymore. But with you, I’d be willing to give it another try.

I could tell you that I want you, but I don’t want you think I’m all about sex. I’m a very passionate person, but my words aren’t a means just to get into your pants. Although, I’m not saying I wouldn’t enjoy that either. I’m just saying… You know what? I don’t know what I’m trying to say anymore.

I could tell you that I can’t live without you, but we both know I’m not capable of taking my own life. The scars on my arms are all from accidents, I swear. I never held a gun to my head and wondered who would miss me if I just squeezed my finger down, I swear. I’ve never taken a handful of pills and chased them down with half a bottle of liquor.

I could tell you that I’m not lying, but we both know that’s not true.

I could tell you that I’m not a flawed person, but we both know better.

I could tell you that I don’t think that you’re flawed either, but that’s a lie too. It isn’t your flaws that scare me. If anything, they make me admire you more. I think that perfection is a big fucking lie, and anybody who tries to fake perfection is seriously deluded. I admire people who wear their problems on their sleeves.

I could tell you that this boring shit that I’m writing right now is almost over, and that’s probably true too. Words only have a limited ability to convey a feeling, which brings me back to the whole Hallmark card debate. Words alone are empty. Actions alone are empty. Words and actions together though… Those tend to make a difference.

I could tell you a lot of things. The only problem is I’m not too sure that you’re listening to me anymore.